Flash Fiction #52 – Honestman

When the fortune teller stopped me on the street 

and told me I’d be another super hero, 

I laughed it off. 

She obviously had no game. 

A Wall Street stockbroker like me? Come on. 

If anything, I’d be one of them villains. 

That’s where the money is.

Greed made me jump into the vat of acid. 

Now I’m Honestman. Seriously? 

What kind of superpower is THAT? 

Only job I can get is as a superhero sidekick. 

And even that’s part time.

 Nobody wants a lie detector around 24/7. 


You’re my only hope. 

Take this power back, please.

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